Your last moments...

I've recently been writing poems about someones last moments before they die. I think that it is a great muse and has potential for a lot of revelation and thought.
So kill your characters! I'm interested in what's going through their minds their final hour, minute, day etc.

Here are your rules:

500 word limit
No writing your poems in bold
Correct grammar is a must
Oldies accepted
You have one week.........

Go!

AlwaysCaliban

Baghdad

Was there pain?
Yes, and it was emense.
This is what I felt in my final hours.
In my final minutes? Only space.
My friend calling my name.
Telling, commanding me, to make it.
My last memories?
The smell of burning.
But of what?
Gas, and bodies, and metal.
I move my head to look at the destruction made.
Just the slightest movement sends me reeling with pain.
Then the realization sinks in.
My friends, the Humvee, and what is left of the road.
We were hit by an IED.
Baghdad....
I had forgotten where I was.
Is that called trauma?
I look down at my mangled body, and throw up.
My legs are gone, my arm bent the wrong way.
And then finally, I look up to see my savior.
It was the new guy, and I watched him struggle.
Then he looked back at me again.
And as he looked back the concerned look was replaced by an approving smile.
But that faded only too quickly.
In his moment of checking on me, he left himself unprotected.
A wizzing in the air and then a dull thud, followed by two more.
The new guy took three bullets to save me over himself.
And then he too crumpled to the ground.
And as I lay there, I could only think of why I had joined the service.
I did it to spite the ones I loved for telling me not to.
I made it a new challenge for myself.
But now I am filled with regret.
I will never see her again.
Never be able to see her perfect smile and her kind eyes.
Never again will I feel her soft kisses and feel the smoothness of her skin.
I wish I could take all this back. Start over.
I wish I had listened to her pleading.
But maybe this is for the better.
She didn't need a guy like me around who could only bring her sadness.
These are my last thoughts.
No comfort in war.
All I can do now is wait for the life ebbing from me to cease all together.
And then, I see a bright light.

Scumbag Suicide

Im just your average old chum
a real lazy bum
an everyday ordinary scumbag

I like to cheet and steel
want my child? five dollars, lets call it a deal
your moms been riding my ballsack she'd tell you how my dick feels

In life you have to roll the dice
hope you meet someone nice
and try not to get lice

My friends loved me as long as my money was flowing
the wife says she loves me, the only thing she loves is lying
parents said their proud but their good at acting

My worst mistake, the mariage to my wife
please remind me why I so eagerly threw away my life
one more word out her stupid mouth and I will shut it with a knife

When did I get so round
living like a hermit underground
its been months since my phone made a sound

Where did all my friends go
have I really sunk so low
the last time I saw their smiling faces feels like agges ago

Soon you will be dead
yeah thats what the docters said
I think tonights the night im turning out the light with a bullet to the head

The Joys Of School

Breakfast time
get up at eight
skip breakfast so im not late

School time
get my books and
fall in hallway
when I get up everyone is laughing
even the teachers
I hate it when people trip me

In class
I sit alone and wait
for the taunting to begin
I wish i could write in my notebook
but the teacher saw me writing last class
and made me read what i had written to the class
it was a love poem about the girl i liked
she cried and ran away
not because she was happy
but because I humiliated her
everyone makes fun of her now
I wish I wasnt a cowered
then I could kill myself

Lunch
I hide in the library
and pray that they wont find me
I cant eat in the library
so i ignore the hunger that I feel
if I go outside
I know that
the meen kids will attack me
they surround me like a pack of hungry dogs
theres no escaping them once they get me
so here I spend my lucnchs
alone

After school
I walk home
its a hour walk to my broken home in the country
but at least im not by myself
my ipod is with me
my ipod is my only friend
and the music
is the only person who ever talks to me
in a nice way
this is the highlight of my day

At home
my dad left before I was born
sometimes my mom comes home late
and sometimes she doesnt come home at all
I wish I wasnt alone

My wish is granted
and instantly i wish it wasnt
SMASH
glass shatters
and I feel the breeze
coming from the hole in my house
were my window once was

Outside I can see the girl of my dreams
she opens the passenger door
to her car
and screams at her boyfriend
she tells him to leave me alone
for a second
I almost believe
that they will leave me
alone with my self sympathy

Then he pushs her away
my heart lurchs
as I watch her fall to the ground
then it gets worse

He opens the door to my house
and not for the first time I wish that the door had a lock
he looks around
then our eyes meet
there is a glint in his eyes
as he walks closer to me
he shouts
I tremble
he punches
I fall
I try to defend myself
but its no use
the blows just keep coming
its a relentless attack
and then
it stops

I look up and see her
she is standing between me and him
I can feel the tears fall done my face
not because of the pain
but because no one has ever stood up for me before

She pleads
he shoves her aside
his face is as red
as a can of beans at a BBQ
I almost manage a smile
when his fist comes crashing down
on my face again

She tries to push him away
he turns around and
gives her a right hook to the nose
she falls down and gasps for air
he starts panicking
he says that he is sorry
but he isnt
at least not yet
but he will be

I slowly get up
my knees are shaking
I can barely stand
but I know what I must do
I muster up as much strength as I can
and kick him
I miss and fall over
always falling over
he looks down at me and says
You! This is your fault! You fucking faggot!

He pulls out a knife
and stabs me
and stabs me again
its like someone took a handful of glass
shoved it in my stomach
and then wrenched it
and the pain doesnt go away
it only gets worse

She runs up to him
she slaps him
and screams
in retaliation he takes his blade
thrusts it in her stomach and makes an arch in her
it kinda looks like a smiley face
until her guts fall to the floor

He slowly backs away
I can see the fear in his eyes
as he turns his back to me
and runs away

As I look at her body on the floor next to me
I realize that this is all her fault
if she had never existed
I never would of wrote
that stupid poem
and I would be alone right now
with my music and my notebook
and my lonesomeness

Even though it hurts like hell
with the last bit of my strength
I reach out and grab her hand
and I use my final breath to say

I LOVE YOU  

The Undertow

The ground is being pulled out beneath me,
my heart
beats a few times short of a pulse
a fact I've not noticed
due to the ocean in my ears

I'm a domino
set up to fall from the start
a pawn
destined to play the peasants part
to lay down my life
on a "higher up's" whim

My feet feel like concrete
my veins lined with lead
my bodies stiffening up
a testament to my union with the dead

It's the end
time to fade beyond the veil,
to part the curtain
looking to brighter tides
and fair winds to back my sail.

Till Death Do Us Part

one day we will reach the light before i cry
beside my love, i just watched you die.
days we were close
were your heart beats close to mine.
looking into your eyes for the very last time.
maybe in life you will whip my tears,
to whisper you love me in my ears.
and with your hands you'll run threw my hair,
looking in your eyes i smile and stare
Its fragrance shielding off despair,
to remember beyond death
the softness of your lips and the sweetness of your breath.
and while i hold you close and near,
till death do us part your spirit appear.
The breath from my kiss will take you away
And so you are gone  without delay.
many years will come and ill feel your embrace,
no other love will take the shape of your face.

-Kumiko Yamamoto

I'm not positive this is what your looking for... But the heroin dies in the end. If its not let me know and I'll take it off

"Atrocity"

Believe
In my distorted fairytale
So that I may
Burn
Delight in living hell
ravage me
While I'm on my knees
I'm obscene
And oh so serene
When I speak
With brutal honesty
Be my muse
Identity
If you dare
The truth I am
A scared lie
That's butchered
And damned
Serenity
When I die
A slaughtered little lamb
With black hair
And absurd beliefs
Illiterate words
A disease
You haven't heard
I fuel the vaseline
My loves black
A true atrocity
That bleeds hate
Defiant monstrosity
Incinerate
Till I'm clean
Redeemed from ash
Writhe and scream
As it sears the flesh
I begin to lash
Naked and true
But not quite through
Still complete trash
Reborn
In tainted flames
That licked my wounds
As moonlight looms
Yet I'm still scorned
Forever mocked
And I'm adorned
With renewed impurities
The silhouette
Of accursed minorities
I don't regret
Drinking gasoline
I won't forget
My tasty little
Poisons
I indulged
In all my
Wicked pleasantries
If I'm honest
I died insane
Consumed by toxins
Unworthy, Disdain
From my minds
Deciet

"My Last Thoughts"


Running water, door banging and loud screaming

Now drowned echoes slowly fading

Is this the sound of death or am I  dreaming

Brightly fogged sight behind teary eyes

Why am I crying when I wanted to die?

Am I selfish, should I have choosen to stay alive?

No sense in wondering if it was right or wrong

I've bled to much, all feeling in my arms have gone

A barely whispered goodbye as I begin to shut my eyes

Tears splashing off my face, my head now held high

In her arms I could see her scream and cry

Wishing she didn't have to watch me die

Without a word or even hearing why

Wondering how I should have left a note

Texted I was out of town or locked the back door

Laughing a bit inside at my stupid life

Even at the end I failed to do anything right

Wish I ...
...
..
.

My dying moment

Close to me you seem to be
And yet you are so far away
My breath they seem to grow
Shorter by the hour
Closer now to me and hear
What I have to say
For nevermore will you ever
Hear my voice once more

I wish I had lived more
And over the hills explore
What lies there and beyond
And what there is in store
For an adventurer
would there had been a door
to a magical land
where love thrives for all

I wish I had laughed more
And found humour every where
What would I have shared
With my next door neighbour
Would we have baked a cake together
Or finished up a bottle of wine
Or walked together in the park
I am afraid I will never know

I wished I had known love
For without life and laughter
I never knew what love means
Love was my foray into books
Of all the money I had made
Counting the cents in my piggy bank
And all the other vaults
Now it is much too late

Listen here my dearest listener
I won’t bequeath you my money
I would not have your fate
Be like mine altogether
Just live and laugh and love much
For with them you will have
Someone to be with you
In your hour of need.

- The Dying Gunslinger -

Across a plain in old New England, walked…
The wanderer who had been a slinger of guns,
Who had dealt death to many a boasting man!
One bullet still remained, no victim stalked…
By a deadly aim, more terrible than the Huns,
And so, that wanderer set out across the land.
One maid was left for him to court, one hour,
Fair to look forward to as his weary feet tread.
Across the bleak plain of white melting snow!
Compelled was he, by some mad inner power,
To continue on, when he should be long dead.
He did go, where no rivers could even flow…

From the west he came, a man with no name,
Seeking forgiveness, for a life of wickedness.
No man could grant his heart’s fierce desire…
Nor woman, but one with eyes like hot flame,
Who could ease distress, and his sins confess.
And so was he resolved, like phoenix to pyre!
To a mighty stockade fence, his feet took him.
A wall where none reared by living hand lay…
Did greet his eyes beneath chilled winter skies.
His heart was glad, but his spirits were grim…
For he knew that wall where no birds did play,
Save for whatever hour, the lonely raven flies.

Out of a portal in the wall, there came but she,
Her skin as white as the snow, that lay around.
A mane of black hair was hers, black as night!
It was the moment of the gunslinger’s victory,
For he had arrived, where she could be found.
He rushed forward, so anxious for her delight!
Her lips were red as blood, her mouth opening,
To grant her kiss to the man who loved her so!
They held each other, passions erasing thought.
The gunslinger did not live to see that spring…
He was found dead, upon a plain of cold snow,
His last bullet fired, by the maid he had sought.

This one's a bit over the word limit, but it is a very good, very descriptive account of the deaths of two vampire lovers!

- One Last Embrace -
Being a Tragedy in Five Parts

Part the First – Water of Thirst...

A knight there was, of Arthurian times; he did ride forth out of Camelot,
In search of a meaning to his life’s long years: spent in bloody conflicts.
He felt a hunger in his heart, stronger than any he knew when he fought,
His hunger was to put his sword aside, and live a life of peace and bliss.
He found none in the monastery, where rigid order brought nothing fair,
He found none amongst the peasantry, whose lives were short and hard.
He found none by the seaside where sailors left for their perils elsewhere,
And he found none in the fields and mountains where soldiers yet warred.
In all the lands of Christendom, there was for this knight no peace to find,
And of bliss but fleeting moments too soon gone, as better off left behind.
At the last, he came to a land most desolate, where parched was the earth,
Where mournfully cried the wolf at night, and owls called without any mirth.

Part the Second – Fire of Hunger...

Across the wasteland, the knight rode forth, coming rough to a place far,
Beyond the bounds of those he knew, where so foreign was soil and star!
Upon the edge of thirst and death, his steed long lost in a blighted field,
His armor cast aside, so he could breathe, he carried not even his shield.
Only his sword and his honor remained, to name him knight in any way,
And that, too, would be at an end if longer stretched the heat of that day.
When the afternoon sky painted a canvas of rose and gold on the horizon,
The knight did give up his will, and let darkness take him hard thereupon.
A timeless expanse of naught passed, and in this oblivion the knight lay,
Uncertain of the time or place of his repose, in utter darkness he did stay.
Feeling water upon his lips, his eyes by instinct let themselves see again,
A vast cavern beneath the earth: containing crypts, of many valiant men.

Part the Third – Earth of Desire...

She was not tall, the one who gave him the drink that saved his life thus,
Her skin was like unto bronze, and her hair was darker than any midnight.
She was clothed in black to match her hair, with a scarlet girdle to truss,
About her, the gauzy fabrics of her gown, which seemed to absorb light.
Her voice was lilting, with an accent very different from those of Briton,
Yet somehow delightful to the knight’s ear, as the woman spoke to him.
' Rise, fallen knight of a kingdom unknown to my people, rise ye again,
And taste the fruits of your desire, knowing not regret, and less of sin! '
It was then the knight knew terror within his heart; his breath was gone,
Whilst upon his neck were the marks of the undead, bloody thereupon.
The meaning of the cave in which he awoke was all too clear to his will,
He never came living to the crypts; he had not survived his harsh ordeal.

Part the Fourth – Air of Doom...

He was much changed from the knight he once was, as the years passed,
And his love for the Dark Lady grew to an obsession that eternal did last.
The pair dwelling down amongst the dead, knowing more of love’s heat,
Than the air that scorched the land above, where the sun’s rays did beat.
The blood of jackals and serpents sustained the vampire lovers for ages,
In their underground domain, unseen and unknown even by wisest sages.
' If our kind live forever, Dark Lady, will the final judgment, thus condemn,
Or find us deserving of paradise, when upon this world comes an end? '
This question did the knight so venture, one eve when bats circled on air,
Blown as if from out some netherworld, come hither to screech and stare.
' If there be a power so cruel in existence that frowns on love immortal,
Then I am proud to count myself it’s foe, and would gladly go to a hell. '

Part the Fifth – Spirit of Passion...

It was not long until from Camelot a party came seeking after the knight,
Believing him long lost on some quest, within the wasteland’s arid blight.
At last arriving near the cave over which loomed mountains old and dark,
It’s entrance adorned with pillars decorated by carved entwining dragons.
They heard his voice within, calling forth for them to so leave and depart,
Thinking him a wraith, they decided to investigate, and left their wagons.
' If they come and find us vampires, as we are, they will slay us terribly,
So let us walk into the sunlight, embracing one final time in our dignity. '
Thus spoke the knight to his lady, and they came forth from the darkness,
In full view of the party from Camelot, bursting aflame in the sun’s light.
Leaving those assembled to wonder, at knowing ever after much distress,
Recalling the final embrace of the two vampires laughing in final delight.

Can I enter in two poems?

The Vow

I wake in the morning, filled with regret.
The love we once had, I will never forget.
It was the sea in your eyes that captivated me so.
But now my love, my time has come and I must go.
So keep your head up and worry for me not.
In this, pain has been created, and in gold it has been wrought.
So worry no more darling, my night is coming swiftly.
So take my hand dear, it is coming too quickly.
Look into my eyes, this one last time.
And remember this love, you will ever be mine.
And in these last few moments, dying here next to you.
The tears rolling down your face, remind me of the morning dew.
So look forward my sweet love, and remember these last words.
You will never be alone, I will be here with you on the wings of the birds.
In the smiling faces, of the joyous crouds.
In the leaves of the trees, and high in the clouds.
So don't be saddened, my time has come now.
I have loved you always, I stuck true to my vows.

"Last Days"

they say the moment before you die
your life flashes before your eyes

now, isn't it true
that the perfect view
is the sky as you hit the ground
and everyone hears the sound
i imagine myself in that way
body destroyed, as i lay
still hearing the birds
and the crowd chirp
and the sun up high
calming and inviting
no longer am i breathing
i realize that i'm crying
i still have feelings

the moments before you die
your life flashes before your eyes

when men are men do they die quietly?


1.

A group of lads leave work for the weekend. bit of horse play occurs,concentration breaks,car smacks a lad. he's dead in an instant.

It happened in a flash
took longer for the bystanders
to comprehend what had just occurred
than it did for the lad to pass.

probably took longer for the dull thud
of the impact to reach our ears

yes,he died with dignity. didn't he?


2.

The old guy next to my Aunt in hospital just closed his eyes and passed away.Just like that.no groans or fuck all.


I found it odd
that he didn't look scared
one minute he was reading the morning paper
calmly folded it up
even put his hands on his chest
that was it
gone

died like a man right?


3.

Down town Friday night after the clubs closed. local hood gets stabbed five times by a rival. died screaming like a stuck pig.calling for his mammy.


you know how it is
coke fiend thinks he's invincible
struts around like a peacock
throwing shapes at everybody

I felt pity
looking at him writhing around
trying to block the flow of blood
I wished he'd just shut up and die
for his own good

but he just kept screaming
all that hardness gone in an act
seen better death scenes
in a school play


he died like a bitch.



I hope I can die with some measure of dignity
not as quiet as the old guy
I think I'd like to at least say goodbye
to somebody..anybody at all

even getting a smack of a car
I'd like to at least shout
"you bastard!!" at the stupid driver
before I hit the ground
though I'm not convinced it'd be possible
judging by what I saw

If I die screaming like the hood
well..I'd be ashamed of myself
wherever I ended up.